the bowel breaks Note the affiction slip clip to your little visions into cloud shapes Oh my left hand is a brick layer my right hand is a plow face
'll be cured in this beautiful, empty world Floating, floating away with your perilous visions and hate When you're gone, silence will fill up the emptiness
am laying on my back Serpent shapes Moves of your hands The mind is burning Drowned in carnal desires Inflowing pictures Visions of dead world Fancy visions
't understand Visions of angels all around Dance in the sky Leaving me here Forever goodbye Visions of angels all around Dance in the sky Leaving me here Forever goodbye Visions
I saw her in an empty bar The smell of wine and cheap cigars Trigger visions of her face to this day We tried to dance for years to come But two can'
I'll never forget looking in your eyes I pray that I feel your touch And that God doesn't forget our love I pray when I close my eyes I can still see visions
keeps me up at night A robot heart for a robot boy Who dreamed he was a lion Our lives in these empty spaces aside I'm tired of walking around with my hand
hands up and shout What's this madness all about All this makes me wanna shout You know it makes me wanna shout, Throw my hands up and shout What
hands up and shout What's this madness all about All this makes me wanna shout You know it makes me wanna shout Throw my hands up and shout What
In the history of, a life takes a heart And the power ever of love comes together Surely nothing can tear it apart And the touch of your hand I can feel
to bed. There once was a time, we lived off the land. Harvest would come, and we all lent a hand But winds blew our lives, and scattered our seeds
, the light grows dim, the sanctus bell is rung A miracle at closing time, our lady holds her son The faithful come to celebrate the vision Thomas saw
Piles of flesh buried by years. The sands of time are covering our eyes. Jaded by life. This nausea keeps going on growing. Aborted visions of tomorrow
the only hell is burning deep in the stars From my rebirth, to Destiny's End We were born unto the end Our destiny's in our hands [Trade Off Leads
be must be known. Guarded by a hundred faithful knights. There is no escape, there's no entry to her sacred halls. Is our vision true or false? They
Along tempest torn strands Desperately grasping the grains of hope that flit through our hands As they fall we tighten our hold
car passing Your house beneath the hill and up until Someone caught us in the kitchen With maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank A vision too removed